"WARRIORS OF WINDCLAN, GATHER UNDER THE TALLROCK FOR A CLAN MEETING!"
Gravelstar's voice rang out over the camp, her lean body and sharp features plastered against the morning sky. She stood rigid, head raised as she sounded the call, the only movement from her was the lashing of her tail, which beat the air like a whip.
It was obvious she was in a state of aggitation, as was usually the case whenever she called a Clan meeting.
Wildfire raced from the warrior's den, eager to see what this discussion was about. Is this about her plan?, he reminded himself about their previous discussion. Did all go well? He inched himself until he was only a tail length or two from the Tallrock, sitting impatiantly as the others apeared.
More casually than her brother, Beewing stepped out of the den. Padding over to join her brother, she realized how close he was sitting and scornfully sat away from the Tallrock. She did not have a good relationship with the current WindClan leader.
Whitethroat followed more slowly behind the warrior siblings, Wildfire and Beewing. His eyes were turned up at his leader, curiousity shinning in his eyes along with worry. Gravelstar did not look happy, in fact, she seemed ready to leap into battle at any moment.
As the primarily black tom settled on Wildfire's other side, he shot his clanmates a glance. Why was Wildfire appearing so eager? Why was Beewing holding a look of distain on her face?
"Do you know what's going on?" The tom asked Wildfire.
Patchpaw ran under Tallrock and sat down firmly and quickly. She looked up at Gravelstar with a big smile. She then groomed herself a bit and looked up again.
Poolshade quickly padded up to the Tallrock.
SunFang looked up to see GravelStar calling a meeting. She looked upset and about ready to rip someone a new orifice. What had happened now? He wondered.
He trotted over so he sat in front, and tried to get GravelStar's attention just wanting to let her know he would have her back no matter what.
Poolshade waited for Gravelstar to announce what seemed to be a important announcement.
Patchpaw looked at the cats arriving to the meeting and purred in a high pitch.
pebblestream.
If I die young, bury me in satin
sink me in the river, and send me away with the words of a love song
The cinnamon she-cat sauntered out of the Warriors Den, her head held high as she padded back underneath the highrock. Surely this was about Capone and what had happened with DogClan, right? Her single black paw was placed daintily in front of all the others as she headed towards the Tallrock. She sat down in the front and center, where she could see Gravelstar perfectly. "Is this more about the Elite and such?" She meowed calmly. The leader, however, looked the opposite of Pebblestream. Gravelstar's fur was on end and teeth bared, the WindClan warrior was almost scared.
"Hey, Pebblestream." whispered Patchpaw in amusement while purring.
pebblestream.
If I die young, bury me in satin
sink me in the river, and send me away with the words of a love song
Glancing back, the cinnamon warrior gave Patchpaw a quick wave with her tail, slightly confused. Her green eyes were friendly, however, but she glanced back up at Gravelstar, wanting to know what the meeting was about. Of course, the she-cat knew all about what had happened with the DogClan leader blinding Capone and the large battles with the Elite. Word travelled fast - at least, around WindClan, it did. She was still unsure whether or not the Elite had gotten the memo about what had happened to their precious leader. Her tail flicked slowly as she swayed it from side to side.
Gravelstar's gaze swept around the Clan cats who had gathered. "Correct, this is about the Elite," she meowed to Pebblestream, "but it is also more than that. This is a very important meeting, and we may be the ones who decide the fate of the entire forest."
She paused, then closed her eyes shut breifly. "We are at war. We have been at war for a long time, suffered attack after attack by the antiClans without retaliation. Until now. Finally, under my rule we are going to make those antiClans wish they'd never set claw on WindClan's cats." Her teeth snapped together as she spoke and her eyes flashed feircely. This was a cause she very much believed in, and she wanted to inspire the same determination in her Clan.
"The Elite.. I remember them.. They're anti-clanners!" Patchpaw mumbled very quietly to self. She growled and looked up at Gravelstar loyally.
Yes, finally! Whitethroat thought harshly. Finally, Windclan was going attack the Elite and hopefully stop them from ever touching their Clan again. The black-and-white cat looked up at Gravelstar, his strong and determined leader, and rose to his paws. The tom lightly tipped back head and let out a yowl, his eyes never leaving his leader's form. He would follow her anywhere.
Patchpaws eyes were filled with determination and she put a twisted grin on her face. She lifted her paw and unsheathed her claws. She imagined an Elite cat's blood on her lifted paw but shook it off and focused on Gravelstar again.
"WindClan will lead the way, for we have done what no other Clan has done before! We have captured the terrible leader of the Elite, Capone, and used her in freeing all of the prisoners the Elite had been holding, many of which were our own Clanmates," Gravelstar meowed after Whitethroat's yowl. Her eyes flashed and she sent him a feirce smile for his support.
Truely, she led some fantastic cats.
"Capone is now gone from our camp, we have held the Elite in our paws and gave them back her and her kits for the release of many. For all of those who opposed my harsh treatment of Capone, I have tortured information from her, information vital to them, information that would never have been gotten just by simply asking." Her eyes swept over the crowd once more.
Falconpaw quickly padded over to the Highrock. He looked at Gravelstar with interest, keen to see what the leader of Windclan had to say.
Wolfbite had only caught a little of what Gravelstar was saying because of Ptarmigankit asking her questions as Wolfbite guided her to gather with the other cats. Ptarmigankit finally shut her mouth after they sat down to listen. Which the warrior had to tell her to sit down since the kit had no idea to sit down or not, being blind. Wolfbite listened intently since she had known Capone was in camp just she hadn't really seen her ever so she didn't want to miss another meeting. Ptarmigankit of course just stayed close to Wolfbite or at least her scent since she didn't exactly want to run into the warrior that had been telling her and some friends to get away from Capone when they had brought her. Although the blind kit did slightly understand why.
Whitethroat felt a rush of determination at his leader's acknowlegement. He wanted to ask the question all of his clanmates were probably wondering, What did she find out from Capone? He took an eager step toward Tallrock, his tail lashing and his claws unseathed.
Wildfire waited for Gravelstar to speak before he answered Whitethrought. "I think this is about a plan Gravelstar had told me about earlier." He looked up at the Tallrock, waiting for Gravelstar to speak again. "She said, her plan is to assasinate Capone and take her two kits safely.